Santa's Christmas Eve Dilemma
This year has been rough for all of us. Jobs disappearing daily, money scarce, homes being foreclosed and no one particularly happy. I wanted to try to bring a smile to a few faces this year in the hopes of making the year end on a happy note. I hope you enjoy this little poem and end up smiling.
The Dilemma of Santa Claus
Santa Claus came to town, angry as could be.
He'd just found out that he had a terrible missing tree.
It was in the yard, the night before, sparkling like a star,
but when he woke, the tree was gone, there was nothing but the star.
So now he rides in his big red sleigh, the reindeer all in a row
dashing, crashing, and smashing the blades through the sparkly snow.
All at once, he stopped his sleigh in front of the Town Hall Park.
There, bright as ever, sat his tree, but the top was naked stark.
Who has done the deed?
"Who's responsible for this tree?" Santa yelled at all who came to stare.
"Twas mine just last night you see, and nary a branch was bared."
"But Santa," cried a little girl who's father had done the deed.
"We didn't have a tree to put up for all to share and see."
A plea for mercy
"Please Santa," she begged, "don't take it back. We need a tree right here,
because our's are all too small for the gathering to surround with cheer.
Santa stood upon his sleigh looking about him with a frown.
"Merry Christmas," he finally said, "but My star was left on the ground."
The star is retrieved
A man did come to stand nearby, a star he held up for Santa Claus.
"We have the star," he said real soft, "but the task wasn't fit for us."
So Santa smiled and "ho, ho, ho'd" then he took the star from the man
and placed it high upon the tree using his sleigh for a stand.
A word to the wise
There it was, the tree all sparkly, with a star upon its brow.
Everyone held hands and sang, some standing high, some low.
As darkness fell, everyone cheered, to see the tree lit bright.
And Santa smiled and waved good-bye, "I'll see you all tonight."
But before he left the he turned to the man and pulled him to the side.
"I saw your plight and agreed to the tree being left before my ride"
"But next year should you need a tree just knock upon my door,
for in the back I have a lot filled with Christmas trees galore."
And the moral of the story is:
Always ask, you never know what the answer will be; besides, celebrating with what is your's though small, makes for a happier and guilt-free celebration.
Oh, what the heck, it was just a silly little poem that I wrote one night as I sat watching my tree sparkle. I suspect that Santa has so many Elves moving about, that such a thing could never come about. Besides, who would steal from Santa Claus?
© 2012 Cheryl Simonds